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Sweet Deams
I came to a crowd of poeple not knowing what was going on.
Coming to a boy lying lifelessly ikn the road. It was hard to fig. out who it was.
Then I realized it was "him." The one I had shared sweet memories with.
He used to kiss my neck so gently as if I was a statue or a glass that couldn't be dropped for I would break if I was.
That is how I was o him. He was so careful with me. Friad he would break me.
not understanding why he was just lying there. I felt as if I had already been there.
I had gotten on my knees and had his head in my lap. caressing his face, trying to get him to resopnd.......nothing.
I was for sure he was gone and our moments together could never continue.
I miss them, him holding my hand in his. His sweet kisses and many more things.
Next thing I know he is being loaded into the ambulance. The sirens going as I watch it drive off.
I remember running into the hospital, running to catch up with the doctors that was taking him away.
I fell alseep in the chair next to his bed waiting for something to happen.
His life was barely hanging on by a string. I sat up talking to him hoping he could hear me.
I wake up next morning my hand still in his, but something was wrong. I noticed his hand was cold.
I didn't understand. I look up and his face was so blue, his lips purple.
I scream for the nurses hardly abele to say anything inspite of trying to catch my breath.
At least 20 nurses had rushed in. I didn't know what to do as I sat in the corner 1/2 crying 1/2 screaming.
The next few things wre mainly just a blur. Then I was standing in front of a coffin.
People came and went. I never left my spot at the front. I couldn't move, I felt if I left then I wouldn't come back.
I stayed there till they lowered him into the ground.
Wanting to throw myself in the hole the more it lowered.
I sware as I took that step to the edge of the hole I thought that I felt and smelled him put his arms around me to stop me from jumping.
Then it felt as if I was jerked back. Ijumped up from my bed looking around.
Trying to gather myself. After I fig. that it was just a dream I look around sitting in my bed thinking of everything that happened.
After 10 min. I lay down, I could feel his presence. Before I close my eyes I wait.......as every night I say and do.
"Goodnight my loved one," as I blow a kiss into the air. "Sweet Dreams."
